Manner Is All In All, Whate'er Is

He Is The Freeman Whom The Truth Makes Free, And All Are Slaves Besides.

When All Within Is Peace How Nature Seems To Smile Delights That Never Cease The Live-long Day Beguile

I Venerate The Man Whose Heart Is Warm, Whose Hands Are Pure, Whose Doctrine And Whose Life, Coincident, Exhibit Lucid Proof That He Is Honest In The Sacred Cause.

Truth Is The Golden Girdle Of The Globe.

The Few That Pray At All Pray Oft Amiss.